Beckoned

Beckoned by the drums and ringing of a bell

Hard to rebel when a heart and soul are compelled

The clouds gathered silently and the temperature dropped to embrace winter’s touch, out of the blue without a warning or a sound

Beckoned by the drums and the ringing of the bell

Running through a crowd, concealing all that is beyond repair

The stars extinguished, making it hard to distinguish the path ahead, head heavy and filled with too much to comprehend

The streets grow quiet and not a single soul can be seen or heard, as if all had abandoned to a realm unknown 

Beckoned by the drums and the ringing of a bell

Eyes filled with the need to sleep long before made it back home, cannot even bring myself to check the phone

Falling into paradise is the term used when looking into your eyes, like a surprise, unexpected but carefully perfected

Beckoned by the drums and the ringing of a bell

How much time is left of the day to sell, always on the edge of wanting to rebel, shadows lingering in dark corners away from the bright light shining to signal home 

The fear is gone, the feelings evaporated as eye lids grew heavy, willing the day to end and have mercy

Beckoned by the drums and the ringing of a bell

The purpose is clear no matter which path our heart may want to steer, the mind dominates and creates the reality and safety of what is meant to be

Beckoned as always by the drums and the ringing of a bell, one, two, three…

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